smoke665
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As a young teen growing up in Kentucky, I remember doing a job for one of the local farmers with my cousin in a tobacco field away from the farmhouse and on an isolated part of the property. Before he left, the old farmer warned us to keep an eye out for wild hogs that liked rooting up his fields.
As a kid growing up on a farm, feeding time was always a challenge. In a normal year, Dad would feed out around 200 head of cattle, and 1500 to 2000 hogs. He had this thing about buying gilts from farms in the mountains of northern Arkansas. Claimed they were better mothers and raised heartier pigs. Granted they did that, but they were the meanest critters you'd ever meet. They had tusks that would rip your leg open in the blink of an eye.